Be careful what you wish for, because it just might come true. That's the lesson I learned this Thanksgiving. I've been outspoken for a while about my lackluster feelings about Thanksgiving. Yes, I like what the holiday stands for, but I really don't like the food all that much. And when you're trying to shed some lbs, it's kind of like self-sabotoge sitting down to dinner.
Wednesday after work, I had a really sore throat. I took a nap, and had a dream I was swallowing sharp shards of a plastic toothbrush. When I woke up, that's exactly how my throat felt. I tried to get better, but Thanksgiving morning, I had a fever and a splitting headache. The whole day, I stayed in bed with some cough drops, coke, excedrin, and the only food I could handle: a banana. I did get to watch some movies on netflix, so the day wasn't a total waste.
Now, I'm actually looking forward to feeling better so maybe I can have some yams or something. So lesson learned: don't whine about Thanksgiving, because if you do, the sickness Gods will kick you to the curb.
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